For me it brings back childhood memories. I have always lived in eastern kansas. When I was growing up we had a large covey that lived in about 160 ac or so of land locked grass fields across from our house. My dad and I were able to work our dogs on that covey for 6-8 years until the developers finally came for it. Every morning hearing them call was pretty cool. It was a sad day when the ground was finally turned for a mall and some condos. If you have never stood in the middle of 20-30 quail busting at your feet, you have missed something.